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Phenomenal woman

Some phenomenal woman I turned out to be right?

My eyes don’t align,

The width of my hips will never be quite right.

My smile is crooked but I mean it’s hidden by my overbite.

My eye brows quite simply resemble caterpillars,

My ankles the twigs they crawl on.

My butt doesn’t stick out and my breasts don’t ride high either.

My waist is too skinny,

I don’t seem to eat enough.

The marks on my face are always there to keep my face a little rough.

I’m hairy from my wrists to my shoulders,

Shave my legs and I wouldn’t be surprised if they resembled bumpy boulders.

I don’t sway or swing when I walk as my steps are uneven,

The patter of my heels always one short of having any purposeful meaning.

My lipstick always stains my teeth,

Which are never paper white.

I don’t kill men with my swagger,

They’d rather pick the girl next, over me any night.

I am a woman


Phenomenal disaster.

Believe me,

My answers to life are never short of faulty.

I’m not good with communicating,

I think it’s y’all fault partly.

If you ask anybody I don’t make sense half the time,

If you can’t already tell,

I’m trying hard to make this poem rhyme.

School confuses me,

Parents confuse me,

Religion confuses me,

Overall life is just a bore.

And boys?

Oh my God Boys?

Don’t even get me started on boys.

The ugly ones always talking,

The fine ones I swear I hate them more,

And the ones that seem to turn out all right always end up just being there for the whores.

My smiles really weird,

My voice can’t get any younger.

My knees buckle at the weirdest times.

Surrounded by kids who smoke till they lungs hurt.

I’m too excitable at times,

Other days you might as well look into my eyes and see knives.

I don’t really know how to show myself in better light cause even then it would be lies.

So if I haven’t introduced myself before;

I am a woman,

I am a person,

I am a phenomenal disaster.

By anonymous

Phenomenal Woman


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
By Maya Angelou



Dont ft resume by Dorthy parker

“Razors pain you”

society carving into your mind

butchering such a beautiful soul

shredding such innocent skin

don’t do it.

“Rivers are damp”

“friends” asphyxiating your happiness

family drenching you with sorrow

emotionally drowning

don’t do it

“Acid stains you”

hatred setting your heart ablaze

forcing acerbic words off their tongue

making you want to single it all

don’t do it

“And drugs cause cramp”

wanting to drowse pain away forever

swallowing dreams of acceptance

injecting numbness into your body

don’t do it

“Nooses give”

hanging onto the little you have left

constricting the negativity

“don’t do it”

“Guns aren’t lawful”

icy chrome stiffening your liveliness

a trigger detaching chances of bliss

don’t do it

“Gases smell awful”

fumes luring you in

caution: you are flammable

“You might as well live”


adapted by anonymous



By Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.


How was I raised to believe that I could touch the stars when I never seemed to break the horizon. How was I created only to feel belittled by the one obstacle that I can never be rid of: myself.

I let myself fail and I never knew why. Maybe because it was my first years in a real school, but after that I realized it wasn’t all fun and games.

I had people. People who helped me, and where are they? Empty faces as I walk down the halls, empty faces that I knew, people I cherished and called my friends who whenever I greet in the halls, now just don’t notice me.

-by Kyle Bowen

*All poems have been published as submitted.


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11/3 – OMHS Engineering Team


     On Sunday, November 1st, the Oakland Mills Engineering team, under the direction of Mr. Skip Yarn, took 1st place at the second annual Pumpkin Chunkin’ competition at the Robinson Nature Center. The other schools that were represented include Glenelg, Mt. Hebron, Reservoir, and Centennial High School. Despite being the smallest of the five teams there, with only four students, their design was superior to the other schools that participated. The four students on their team are Lester McCrea, Cameron Garant, Harrison Baldwin, and Jordan Foster. As they so aptly demonstrated, quantity does not equal quality. There were four categories they were judged on: Accuracy, Precision, Design, and Documentation. Oakland Mills took first place in the categories of Accuracy, Precision, and Design, and they took did not place in documentation.

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10/30 – Hispanic Potluck


The Hispanic Potluck event happened after school at OMHS Thursday afternoon. There was a diversity of cultures present at the event, but it was most obvious in the food. There was a ton of it, including Ropa Vieja made by Ms. Bowman, quesadillas, pasteles, cheese flan, and arroz con anaranjado among many others. The arroz con anaranjado was my favorite dish, which was orange rice mixed with some vegetables. There were also many other things featured at this event, such as a DJ, dancing, face painting, and arts and crafts. Congrats to Ms. Bowman, Lucero Espinal, Mercedes Munoz, Ashley Aco, Angela Mancinas, and Gisselle Mendez and many others for this successful celebration of Hispanic Heritage Month.



9/15 – Delta Scholars


The new inductees of the Delta Scholars

were presented with roses and applause in class today.

Current Scholars along with their advisor Ms. Smith

surprised sophomore Kelli Andrade in her English class.



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